It would be so easy if choices were either black or white. We would know which one to pick. If choices were right or wrong, we could select one and move on. If choices were to hit on our soul, they would not be shaking our mind.

Choices are messy like a whirlpool. Caught in them we are like a storm. If choices are straight, why we have to choose either left or right. Why then comes a T point?

If choices are colorful, then why are we colour blind. If they are predictable, why are we wanting to make them.

But they are baseless, as you have to add in them life. Lot riding on each side, many tradeoffs to strike. If one is a challenge, another is an adventure of its kind. some are risky, and a few are missed opportunities for an open mind.

Some could take you home, and some could bound to home. Some are a pivot or could be a dynamite.

Why can’t life choose one, which hits a chord with my bone and spine.